Author: Patti Niehoff
I read and I write and I think. I survive.
Littleblood
O littleblood, hiding from the mountains in the mountains Wounded by stars and leaking shadow Eating the medicinal earth. O littleblood, little boneless little skinless Ploughing with a linnet’s carcase Reaping the wind and threshing the stones. O littleblood, drumming in a cow’s skull Dancing with a gnat’s feet With an elephant’s nose with a … Continue reading Littleblood
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don’t explain. refrain.
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